by Ty Davison | Feb 23, 1997 | Essays
Published months ahead of schedule, an exploratory essay on America and the Fourth of July. Continuing my self-appointed role as Job’s comforter, I gently probe the nation’s tender psyche with my ice-pick-like wit. Trotsky-esque. Every Fourth of July I...
by Ty Davison | Feb 13, 1997 | Essays
Online fascists battle intellectual freedom. Freedom 1, AOL 0. Steve Case as Oliver Cromwell minus charm. And brains. My fight for truth, justice and the other thing. Fun for the whole family. AOL: Get Your Tricycle Off the Superhighway Long the laughingstock of the...
by Ty Davison | Feb 12, 1997 | Essays
Taking a break from the otherwise hum-drum world of painfree living, I injure my lower back and enter the Land of Oz where I meet the Wizard, his lovely assistant Dr. Kim and his still-searching-for-a-brain heavy, Juan. In their delightful wonderland of chiropractic...
by Ty Davison | Feb 7, 1997 | Essays
You don’t want to know how long it took for me to get a functioning Jaz drive from Iomega, but I tell you anyway. Mein kampf in less than a page. Heart of darkness (“The horror! The horror!”) to Shangri-La. Eighth wonder of the world or desktop Three...
by Ty Davison | Feb 6, 1997 | Essays
Another typical, haphazard review of questionable quality. Written after one hour’s use of the product. Random mutterings by a confused man. Basing a buying decision on this is like trusting O.J. Simpson at cutlery convention: not for the faint of heart....
